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Damn you Worcester!
Matt and I drove about an hour to this show, only to learn that it had sold out by the time we arrived. I had a ticket because I was interviewing Black Dahlia Murder, but Matt didn’t. I drove, leaving him stuck in Worcester. I offered him to take my car, but he declined, mostly due to the fact that he’d have to pick me up after the show and there is nothing to do in Worcester. I offered to give him my wristband, but he declined. I offered to leave, but Between the Buried and Me are his favorite band and he didn’t want me to miss them.
Matt tried calling for a ride (oddly enough, the one person he didn’t call was driving through Worcester at that time). I eventually went in and caught the last half of an Into the Moat song. I was surprised that they had a full band. I saw them play bassless in July and I heard that a guitarist recently quit, so I was expecting to see a three piece band. It was cool seeing five guys on stage, and they sounded pretty good.
I missed Cephalic Carnage because I was interviewing Brian of Black Dahlia Murder and didn’t want to leave Matt outside. We did get to hear a lot of cool stories about Ozzfest and some funny gossip.
I reluctantly went inside to watch Between the Buried and Me. They started their set off with “All Bodies” and “Alaska” right off the bat, which made the crowd pretty happy. The sound, with the exception of the vocals, was very muddy, making the guitar lines hard to hear. I spent most of their set feeling guilty and watching Paul Waggoner playing. That guy is an incredible guitarist who is a lot of fun to watch. Their other guitarist, Dusty Waring, played sitting down because he had something wrong with his back.
Black Dahlia Murder took the stage in Hawaiin shirts, trying to keep the spirit of summer going. They sounded great, but knowing that my friend was outside was eating at me like a telltale heart (I did buy him some Between the Buried and Me buttons and stickers, as well as a car bomb, to cushion the blow), which prompted me to leave after about 20 minutes.
The lesson learned from this is to buy tickets in advance, especially if the drive is over an hour to the club. This did lead to the stupidest road trip ever.
Written by: RF